You feel.. cold. You move, but feel practically numb. You think for a moment about why you're here, why your thoughts are so scrambled, but then it comes back to you in a flash. You remember, you were with your party. It was very cold- the dead of winter, in fact. You were in a field with them, huddled at the campfire. However, you suddenly heard howling in the distance. Your friends- they stood a chance. A barbarian goliath, a sorcerer earth genasi, and a blood hunter tiefling. A pack of wolves wouldn't stop them. But you? You were just a human bard. You were vulnerable. Your party started to pack up to leave the area, but as the pack approached and you all fled, you tripped. They kept going, not noticing. Not batting an eye at the lack of your footsteps. The pack of wolves- they didn't look normal. Glowing blue ooze dripped from their eyes and mouthes, and their bodies were mangled and twisted. They ate you. They killed you. But you woke up as the sun rose the next day. Your body felt... strange.   Why did they do that?   You will never be the same.